I stopped again today at the mysterious Haraview Burgers on Highway 11 north, a restaurant that has stood empty for more than 40 years. As mentioned in previous stories, it still appears to be unoccupied but nonetheless in good repair.
This time, I came armed with a letter I had prepared asking the owners if they would enlighten me as to the history of the place. After knocking several times without any response, I managed to squeeze the note behind the locked front door.
The place is overgrown with weeds and there is a Beware of the Dog sign that I had not previously noticed. I proceeded with caution around the perimeter, but saw no dog and no evidence of habitation.
Readers have mentioned to me that they had seen people there recently, notably an older couple driving a Jaguar.
I am hoping that they will return and perhaps answer my note.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.